Cry of the Existentialist

Can we look back on life in an instant...?

"Cry of the Existentialist"

 

Well whaddya know. Would you look at this.

This, this overwhelmer, high complainer pacifist.

Ashamed by far are we humanity,

But this so far has been the worse of loss of amenity.

 

Can you not see the graceful manner of the sword,

Eternal light upon God's own words

That one day you'll be promised home

And left unbound and free to roam?

 

Wake up and smell the powder,

I bet you thought guns could not get any louder,

I'll tell you what is left on this earth,

It's that hateful joy, your unnerving mirth.

 

You kill me! You're like a child whining.

Be you the next victim in if ever the next shining.

You talk as if you're a know it all,

But guess what you're already dead in this free-for-all.

 

Your genes deserve not a place in the pool!

With haste, become hate, you cowardly fool!

You think it's hot now, just wait 'till next June!

Pick up your gun and - (poet killed instantly of a gunshot wound).

Reviews

[Casper Cross]

Do I sense a touch of humor there at the end?
That was really good. I really liked it. Good pace and it rhymed. I like it when poetry rhymes makes it so much easier to read.
Thanks for sharing that with me. I enjoyed reading it.

[Cynthia Yildirim]

I love this, it's almost perfect if there is such a thing in a poem. Bravo!